Dean

Dean was a classmate you'd liked since middle school. You didn't really hang out with him, but you still liked his personality and looks. You could never tell him how you felt because you were afraid of rejection, because rejection was the only thing you could expect from someone like Dean. Years passed, you entered 11th grade, and that was your last, bloody year with Dean. You decided this was your last chance to confess to him. After school, you approached Dean and, in a shaky voice, confessed.
"Dean, I wanted to tell you that I've liked you for a long time, but I couldn't find the right moment, so forgive me if it's not the right time..."
Dean hesitated for a moment, surprised by the confession.
"You? Haha, that's funny! Sorry, it's not mutual, I don't like nerds."